on days when i'm up against it

on days when i would gulp down booze

till i forget my own name

on days when self-loathing

oppresses me like august

on days when i miss the woman from college

on days when the universe is dust

when the welkin is curdled

when i forget the alleluias

when i am pitched past pitch of grief

on days when the lonely

when the hungry

when the angry & tired

at 3 am when solace is not near

i need the lulling cadence of the beads

i crave the loving wordtouch of a friend